Larissa's POV
Carson drew me into his arms, his lips finding mine with desperate urgency. The kiss was fierce and demanding, leaving no doubt about his intentions. I could feel his hardness pressing against me through the fabric of his trousers, hot and insistent.
My fingers worked frantically at his belt buckle, desperate to remove the barriers between us. He assisted my efforts, pushing his pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. His arousal stood proud and thick, the tip already gleaming with desire.
He guided me backward until the edge of the bed caught behind my knees, sending me tumbling onto the soft mattress. Standing above me, he looked every inch the predator as his gaze raked over my body. His fingers hooked into the delicate lace of my underwear, drawing them down my legs with maddening slowness.
"Open for me," he commanded, his voice rough with want.
